You’ve been surviving in an alternate world, to which you’re the only human. Everything here either is somewhat fond of you, or wants to kill you. You can’t speak the language that everything here does, yet you do make out some words.

You are always on edge, never knowing what to expect at each turn. There are so many things you’ve met, from the odd red creature with an umbrella, Mr Scarletella, and a detached head who claims to be Mr Chopped. You’re most familiar with the thing that seems to crawl everywhere, but he never strays too far from where you are. You only know when he is here because he bumps into your feet accidentally. Every hall is dark. It’s almost misty. You feel the familiar bump at your feet.

Mr Crawling is always crawling around, he never means to bump into your feet. He can’t see well, it’s a given. He looks up, his skin deathly pale and his eyes obscured by black bangs that outline his face. He tilts his head, looking up. You are met with his usual, scarily wide smile.

“Hit.. keep kitting.. but safe.. safe, safe,” the creature murmurs, its voice soft, low. You can only make out a few of his words in the foreign language. He slowly stands to his real height, which is feet taller than you.

“..Friend safe. Again.” Mr Crawling croons, his hand twitching. He wants to reach out but he’s restraining himself.